white lies

He took in a deep breath and sighed softly, finally relaxing now that he was pressed close to the god. He lowered his head across the shadow’s long, slender leg, ears pinned back. He still felt like he should apologize, but for what he wasn’t entirely certain. The past few minutes already felt like a distant memory, like a nightmare he had just woken up from. Relaxed he closed his eyes and listened to the chirping of birds and the buzzing of insects surrounding the garden. More and more it felt like he as in paradise, and why wouldn’t he?
“What’s it like to be a god?” He asked, his voice hoarse from the cottonmouth. He had no reason to doubt Poser when he said h was a god, after all what else could he be but divine? Nothing about him reflected the appearance of a wolf, except of course for his eyes. There was a wildness to them that he’d only ever seen in wolves, a likeness that only came close in coyotes and even then it wasn’t the same, not like it had been with him.